Waiting for the next big thing
Today, I almost became a big winner. Really! The caller identified himself with a generic name, and asked me several times about how I was today. My response was noncommital. “I don’t know yet”. We moved on to the second section of his script, where he informed me that he was calling from “a publisher’s clearing house”; I didn’t need to ask if he meant THE PCH. I was informed that I had won a big prize (note the lack of clarity, here).
I didn’t want to lead him on, so I simply gave the instruction that he should forward it to my mail address. And then things turned sour. Such language! I forgot to ask if that’s how his mother told him to speark with strangers, because he hung up.
I guess I’m doomed to live on under a pall of mystery. What did I win?
My efforts to remove that rancid odour from the travel fridge have worked. From now on, I will avoid any disparagement of the “little cow in a box”.
The federal government informed us (all) this afternoon, that their app to track the pandemic .s dead. And I am not. Win-win. I never downloaded the app. I never received any bulletins that I had crossed paths with a deadly virus. Therefore, no further effort required. If the government feels that the danger is over, I can get on to worrying about the next big thing. Will it be animal, vegetable or mineral? Some one will let me know. It could be a caller with a big prize, or a new app. I’m sure the’ll keep my in the loop.
